Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HPHQ28BW4KD4579FGBJMP

"What do you mean, 'children's party'? I'm not a monster, Bill." "Oh, come on, Molly. Think about it. Sugar-fueled chaos. Parents distracted. Presents just... sitting there." "They're for children, Bill. Children." "And? Last week you cried watching a Pixar movie." "That was onions! There were onions in the room!" "Sure. So, here's the plan. I go in dressed as a clown. You wear the giant squirrel costume." "I'm not wearing the squirrel costume again. Last time a kid tried to adopt me." "Just get into the piñata, Molly. The blindfold works in our favor." "You're unhinged." "While they're distracted trying to hit me with a stick, you slip out the back with the gift table. Easy." "Bill. There's going to be a six-year-old birthday girl. She's going to cry when her bike vanishes." "Okay, fine. We'll leave the bike. But the gift cards? Those are basically cash." "Is this really what we've become? A clown and a squirrel, robbing a toddler's birthday?" "It's called market research, Molly. The presents are low-risk, high-reward. No security. No cameras. Just juice boxes and regret." "You're a terrible person." "I prefer 'entrepreneur.' So, are you in or out?" "..." "Molly?" "Hand me the squirrel head."